I walk in through a beaded curtain <br />And at Rikki's cafe <br />It's pretty much business as usual <br />Everything for the most part is casual <br /> <br />Finding a table to sit at <br />I sit down and mind my own business for <br />a few minutes <br />While waiting for someone to take my order <br />At the far end of Rikki's Cafe <br />A band is setting up their instruments and <br />equipment <br /> <br />After a few minutes <br />A waitress pays me a visit and takes my order <br /> <br />The singer of the band gives me a smile <br />as she walks on by <br />And after that <br />I decide to stick around and hear the band play <br />As well as hear her sing <br /> <br />After some time has passed <br />Everyone inside Rikki's cafe is getting set to hear <br />the band play <br />As it appears to be showtime now <br />The band get on stage and appear ready <br />to entertain us <br /> <br />They play great pop music <br />And perfect ballads <br />They play a wonderful set of songs <br />They play a perfect show <br /> <br />After they finish <br />Applause follows <br /> <br />After the show <br />I pay for my order at the table <br />And step outside for some fresh air <br /> <br />Everything inside and outside seems <br />to have been successful <br />At Rikki's cafe<br /><br />Justin Gildow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-rikki-s-cafe/
